I’m working on my I-Fri illo for “Disaster Relief,” preparing a contract for an illustration job, listening to Banco de Gaia with my new iPod speaker console thingy, and wearing the frumpiest frump you’ve ever seen. Can you say: 1990s stretch-sweatpants, white sneakers and a long-sleeve cheerleading t-shirt, also from the 90s? Don’t try… you may go into convulsions. The happy part is, I am home. In MY studio. At my drafting table. Far, far away from any semblence of the Day Job.
This morning actually started out really great when Maggie and I went on our walk and purposely stopped by the cutest-old-man-in-the-world’s crossing guard post, just in time before the school bell rang. I tried to visit him earlier in the week but got there too late and I was highly disappointed. But today he was there, standing in the middle of Eagle Road, guiding Catholic school children across the dangerously busy road. When he spotted me ‘n Maggie tra-la-la-ing to the corner, he lit up and barked. Yes. He went “Woof!” Maggie looked confused. When he was done crossing his last group, he came strutting over like a Mummer (I know, I’ve got Mummers on the mind–sorry). “Aaaah,” he said to Maggie, “You need to find yourself some rabbits!”
Now, I forgot to mention that a month ago I unofficially met Mr. Happy Crossing Guard for the first time on a Maggie walk, but it was very brief–and the conversation highly revolved about rabbits. Apparently, my favorite old man is a hunter. And yes, hunting rabbits are what Beagles are good for. As you can imagine, I am not a fan of hunting nor would I ever sic my pup on the trail of an innocent, furry little wabbit. Oh, but that’s what he would do alright. I can’t hold it against him, especially after today’s encounter. He is just too cute.
Ok, I have to take a break because I need to get this estimate drafted up. I swear that’s what my tummy is rumbling and growling about, I swear. But I’ll be back–and I might even have a picture. Definitely an I-Fri illo. To be continued…
